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 ***Ascendancy of Evil***, The Fall of Ost-in-Edhil
Eldirn
Posted: May 18 2006, 02:01 PM


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This map represents Hollin and the Elven army in green and Sauron's army in red a day after the retreat started.

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Ost-in-Edhil, the capitol city of the Elven realm of Eregion, was in chaos.

Above the city, in the night sky, a thick cloud of smoke and fume rose, blotting out moon and stars.

In the center, about the high white citadel of Celebrimbor, Sauron's forces congregated, and a dreadful din rose from the walls of the citadel as they sought to break through and capture the treasures therein.

Elsewhere in the city, packs of roving yrch roamed, raping, looting, and pillaging, setting fires in their wake. The flames leaped high, casting an eerie red glow through the night, visible for miles. Elven men, women, and children ran about, screaming, calling for loved ones, desperately seeking a safe passage from the city, while, about the citadel, Eregion's forces were being overrun.

Three tall, shadowy figures in dark cloaks fled down an alleyway. "This way!" Eldirn hissed to her parents. "There's an opening down here! If the yrch haven't found it, maybe we can get out!"

"Hurry, muin nin!" her father Meneltel panted, hard on her heels. "I heard something in the house across the street, behind us!"

Eldirn brought up hard at the wall marking the end of the lane. Swiftly, she searched the alcove formed by the wall and the house to the left. "Ah, here it is!" she murmured in triumph. "Ada, Nana, hurry! Through here!" The young astronomer pointed at the dark opening. "No one's outside here yet!"

"Then go, youngling!" Eldirn's mother Melovor exclaimed softly. "Get out, and your adar and I will follow you!"

Eldirn squeezed through the tiny opening, tumbling into the soft grass on the outside of the city wall. Meneltel shepherded Melovor through the opening, then followed himself, as Eldirn picked herself up off the grass. They were out of the city.

Suddenly a flurry of heavy feet sounded behind them, just inside the city walls. A growl of anger cut the night, and there was the clang of metal as swords were drawn. The tip of a crude, sharp scimitar shoved its way into the opening in the wall through which they had just passed.

"YRCH! Run, my dear ones!" Meneltel cried, and the three Elves began to race through the darkness. "Make for the trees in the foothills! We'll go to Moria! King Durin will take us in!"

Younger than the other two, badly frightened, and with the blood pounding in her ears, Eldirn began to outstrip even the longer legs of her father, as they approached the trees at the base of the hills to the north of the city. "Eru, help!" Eldirn cried desperately. "Elbereth, send your aid!"

Suddenly, just as she uttered the cry, Eldirn saw a shadowy group of warriors emerge from the trees. A tall, strong figure, emanating power, stood at the fore. She stumbled, slowing, uncertain. Then she heard one of them call, "Tolo, mellon tithen! An nin, celeg!"

The moon broke through the clouds for a brief moment, falling athwart the leader of the group. Eldirn saw a tall, broad-shouldered young ellon, with long, dark hair braided firmly back, and grey eyes that shone in the moonlight like mithril. His body was clad in plate mail that glistened as gold in the silver light. Beside him, and a pace behind, another ellon stood, even taller, likewise mail-clad, older, with the carriage of a seasoned veteran, having long golden braids. Behind them, warriors stood ready.

With a cry of relief, Eldirn put on a burst of speed, headed straight for the Elven warriors. "Nana! Ada! Hurry!" she cried. "We're safe!"

Just then, the young astronomy student heard a hoarse, agonized cry of pain behind her. Ada! she thought with horror, recognizing the voice.

Eldirn came to a dead stop, spinning to look back.



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Tolo = come
mellon tithen = little friend
An nin, celeg = to me, swiftly


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Varguk
Posted: May 18 2006, 04:12 PM


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It had been a long night of fighting and killing. Varguk's sweat dripped off his great bulk like a fountain as he heard a few fugitive elves pass through a small fracture in the stone wall surrounding the Elven city. His fellow yrch had decided to disobey orders and have some fun. Convincing him to join them they had run through a gate further along the wall intending to chase the escaped elves down.

Varguk now sped outside the sacked city; the fugitive elves bolted in fear. He caught up to one of them, his heavy legs making deep prints in the wet grass. The male elf was unarmed and lifted his hand in a pathetic parry as Varguk unsheathed his sword. Varguk slapped the arm out of the way and simply thrust the sword forward. Only a scream of pain was heard as the sword slipped into the elf's abdomen. Varguk closed his eyes as he removed the weapon and sheathed it. The elf fell and flailed his arms. That was when Varguk noticed the female elf returning at a run to the male.

"Oh, I can't wait to kill you too," he said aloud. He watched her to make sure that she was looking while he positioned himself on top of the downed elf and took out a black dagger from his old belt. He smiled again at the female elf and threw himself down on top of the elf he had just run through with his sword. His knife went deep into the elf's chest. Only the man's breath escaping for a final time was heard as Varguk lifted himself off the body. It was a clean kill. A feral smile was on his face as his lurg finally caught up with him. The female elf became pale and stood in fear for a moment before turning to run away.


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I Am the elven Bane, I will drive Fingolfin into Cabed Naeramarth, I will slay Glorfindel the foolish and branch him on Hirilorn for the folk of Doriath to see as their forest burn. Morgoth will be done! -Varguk, servant of Morgoth
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Elrond Peredhel
Posted: May 18 2006, 10:12 PM


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"Tolo, mellon tithen! An nin, celeg!" Elrond yelled as he saw the youthful elleth stumble suddenly and cautiously watch his force of elves emerge from the trees. She yelled to others behind her and sprinted across the open grassland. Elrond's force from Lindon had been picking up refugees from the city for many hours but the unhurt survivors were thinning out to be replaced with many wounded and dying now. However, here were three who were unhurt!

During the daylight hours Elrond thought they might have saved the population of Ost-in-Edhil but the enemy force had overwhelmed them with greater numbers and he was lucky to get away alive. It had been close for them all but with great loss they had retreated after a fortunate feint by the host of the Dwarves of Moria on the flank of the enemy caused them to withdraw. Now it was time to save what they could before the war was again organized and brought to them. Darkness helped hide them from all but the sharpest eyes as they roamed the woodland, pulling in refugees who had made an escape.

Now a company of yrch were coming toward them, the largest group so far to leave the walls of the city since nightfall. They seemed bent on the slaying of the unarmed citizens who ran before them like frightened deer.

"Taidron, hit their flanks with our best archers but be careful, do not hit their quarry!"

"Be iest lín hîr nín!" the blond ellon acknowledged and immediately ordered the archers to deploy.

Too late, one of the running elves turned to stop the enemy and give the others a little more time to get away. A large orc cut the elf down and killed him with great relish. The cry of the dying ellon caused a slender elleth to turn and scream. The sound cut through Elrond's heart when he realized the husband had sacrificed himself for his family but the wife was too distraught to flee.

A force of elves aligned to his left and sent their darts skyward, their bowstrings singing as one great harp. Elrond led the rest of them directly toward the center drawing his sword. Again he yelled to the young elf but instead of coming forward she turned to look back and he knew she would be lost.

"Noro! Noro!" he commanded. The line of elves increased their pace to a dead run, trying to close the distance before the enemy had a chance to do their damage. Elrond outdistanced them and drew near the young one. "Quickly, come into the safety of our company!"

Suddenly there was a great clamor as the enemy saw them approach.
Glorfindel
Posted: May 18 2006, 11:07 PM


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Glorfindel ordered the archers out in a line and had them draw and fire on the flank of the company of yrch. The distance was at the end of their range but with satisfaction he saw several of the enemy fall and not get back up. By this time Elrond's force had passed in front of them and they were too close to the enemy to continue firing. He had his force retire their bows.

"Tangado i meigol!!" (Prepare your swords!) The blond drew his own sword and raised it high.

"Noro si ath thûr, Noro! (Run now to victory, Run!)

The whole line ran as one across the field intent on clashing with the enemy. Glorfindel could see Elrond had drawn near the young maiden whom he had called encouragement to initially, and there was another one beyond her being overtaken by yrch. He knew with a sickening feeling that they would not reach the furthest one in time. Feet flying he ran hard, his sword held balanced in the air in preparation for the first cut, he kept an eye on the frightened elleth who had tripped and fallen.

Arrows suddenly fell around them but none were injured. Another flight flew through them, one glancing off the boss of Glorfindel's breastplate and skimming his bare arm just above the edge of the gauntlet. Gwathron fell with a cry and another groaned next to him and disappeared, but that did not stop the momentum of the attacking elves.

Glorfindel lost all sense of time as his sword bit into the shoulder of the first of the enemy he came into contact with. He looked around for the elleth and saw her on the ground nearby but had no time to do anything else for both forces collided and the din of weapons and war filled his ears. He only hoped she would be able to crawl away and retreat while his warriors took care of the enemy.

An orc with a long-handled axe took a swing at his neck but he ducked below it and dispatched his enemy with a swift motion of his sharp blade to its midsection. The sword came back reluctantly from the dying body just in time to parry the blow of another orc. With a swift flick of his wrists he disarmed this orc and stabbed its throat. He did not have time to watch it sink into its own black blood. Another was in range, roaring its war cry before his sword severed it's head from its body. Glorfindel could not help watching the head roll upon the ground with an astonished look upon its face.


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Glorfindel was tall and straight; his hair was of shining gold, his face fair and young and fearless and full of joy; his eyes were bright and keen, and his voice like music; on his brow sat wisdom, and in his hand was strength.

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Oropher
Posted: May 18 2006, 11:51 PM


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Oropher crawled out of the collapsed sections of the wall of the city. The fighting was heavy in the past hours. Orcs attacked the elves on the parapets with constant missile fire. The elves had to duck behind the crenellation while the scorpions and trebuchets fired at the incoming Orcs. The wall was heavily bombarded by catapults, it seemed that the wall was going to collapse at any minute.

Oropher gasped for fresh air, he panted heavily and looked around. The city was in chaos. Women and children trying to escape the Orcs. Luckily no one noticed him yet. Beside him lay a mortally wounded sinda, he was struck by an Orc-blade across his torso. "Rest, my brother in arms," Oropher whispered and lay his hand on the elf's chest. The elf was too weak to reply but nodded and gave Oropher a weak smile. Oropher stood up and thought, he couldn't remember anything. Outside of Ost-in-Edhil were camps of the Orcs, his men were nowhere to be found. Oropher picked up an axe and walked along the breached wall. "Rumilion! Aranath!" He called out for his second- and third-in-commmand. Suddenly someone pushed him from the behind, Oropher stumbled forward, a half-naked woman was screaming, running away from an orc who was trying to capture her. He stood up, axe in hand. When the orc was near Oropher struck it on its left shoulder, the sharp blade sliced though its unarmoured flesh and black blood gushed out from the Orc body as it fell to the ground.

Oropher quickened his pace, corpses of the fallen were everywhere, both Orcs and Elves.


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Oropher and his Axemen (Just ignore the ship and Constantinople, eh?)
Sauron
Posted: May 20 2006, 08:15 AM


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Annatar sat on his horse looking upon the high stone walls of the city of Ost-in-Edhil with growing anticipation. He had recovered fifteen of the rings that the smiths had made but the ones he truely wanted still eluded him.

The Abyss take the Elves for their secretiveness, the Dark Lord thought. The One Ring glowed on his hand encouraging his followers to press their attack and utterly destroy the city. It wouldn't do for any of the Elven smiths to survive and possibly make a ring to challenge his. They would all die, but not before they told him where they had hidden the three Elven Rings.

He had given standing orders to his army that any of the smiths taken alive were to be brought to him unhurt. Celebrimbor, the stubborn fool, had died before telling him anything. Perhaps one of the others would prove more informative.

Turning around and riding back to his camp, the Maia dismounted, took off his helm and threw the reins to a lackey. Inside his tent he poured himself a goblet of wine and looked upon his maps to plot his next move. If the rings were not here then it was likely they could be at Khazad-Dum. The mountain halls were impregnable, but the Dwarves themselves could be bribed. A simple exchange, the seven rings that were made for the Dwarves, for information on the three Elven ones.

That plan was for the future. There was still a small chance that the Elven rings were still about the city. Failing that, one of the captured Elven smiths could reveal their location, with some persuading. He needed the diversion to lessen his frustration and boredom. Warfare was such a waste of time.


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"Of old there was Sauron the Maia...

"If the radiance of a thousand suns were to burst at once into the sky, that would be like the splendor of the Mighty one -- I am become Death, the shatterer of Worlds"

Sauron
Eldirn
Posted: May 20 2006, 10:05 AM


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Eldirn saw her father fall, saw the orc dispatch him with cruel efficiency. "ADA!" she screamed, tears beginning to fall. "ADA!" Her voice broke.

Only subconsciously aware of a new, and somehow familiar, presence beside her, Eldirn watched in horror as her mother turned to run, pursued by the same orc that had slaughtered her father. "NOLO, NANA! NOLO!" she shouted, "Nolo sí! I will protect you, Nana! Hurry!"

Her small hand floated out, groping, then clutching the mailed arm of the ellon at her side, slim fingers pressing the links of his armor hard against his flesh in her terror. "Hurry, Nana," she whispered, cheeks wet with tears as she tried not to look past her mother at her father's still, red-smeared body.

Suddenly, Melovor stumbled and fell to the ground, and Eldirn let out a shriek. "NANA! NOOO!" The young Elf, scarcely a few decades past her majority, released Elrond's arm -- the arm she was unconscious of holding -- and lunged forward desperately, starting to run. "NO!" she shouted fiercely at the pursuing orcs. "YOU LEAVE MY NANETH ALONE! I'LL KILL YOU!"

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Nolo sí = Run here


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~~ Chief Astronomer of Imladris~~

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Elrond Peredhel
Posted: May 20 2006, 10:40 AM


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Out of breath, Elrond reached the side of the young maiden before the others. She clung fiercely to his arm with one hand as she looked upon the scene of carnage. Sadly, there was nothing that could be done for the male elf who had given his life that the others could escape. Yet the mother of this one was alive and running toward them now, her eyes showed a mixture of sadness and fear as she stumbled and went down. Elrond felt an eerie wave of kinship wash over him at the failure of the woman to reach them. It was as if he watched his own mother run from the forces of Maedhros at the battle for the Silmaril at Sirion.

"Save her!" Was all he could yell in his desperation as his warriors went beyond him with their weapons drawn. The maiden clutching him had been yelling encouragement to her mother until she fell, then a shout of such intensity went through Elrond's mind that he paled and clutched his head.

NO! YOU LEAVE MY NANETH ALONE! I'LL KILL YOU!

The youthful maiden lunged forward toward her mother. Elrond desperately hurdled after her with difficulty, his head reeling. With one hand he grabbed a braid and part of her cloak that had somehow come into his grasp which stopped the forward progress of his newest charge.

"No! Hush Lady! Let the soldiers do their duty. We cannot afford to lose you. Stay with me now!"

Elrond enclosed her in his arms and turned so she could not view the scene before them. A feeling of kinship in their closeness flooded through him, the same feeling he had gotten from her mother, but he did not have time to wonder about such things. The battle before them had become bloody now as the rest of the host dove into the enemy. The young maiden struggled in vain but thankfully she did not yell, instead she broke down and cried.

"Shhhh lady, be brave and trust that things will work for the best. Shhhh!"
Crulegûl
Posted: May 20 2006, 08:41 PM


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Crulegûl paced under the trees in front of the great gate of Ost-in-Edhil. Above him was the battered and mutilated body of the elf Celebrimbor, pierced through by a great post and positioned for all the enemy to see. It was essentially a banner for the destruction of the city and meant to be viewed by the elves. The body of their leader would strike fear in the hearts of those who opposed the great lord Sauron. Earlier he had heard many a cry of anguish from behind the walls and so he knew not all of the Gwaith-i-Mírdain had perished in the attack on their complex.

The orc commander awaited word from his troops deployed within the city. They would search every nook and cranny for one of the subordinates of Celebrimbor as they mopped up the resistance. The individual would be well-rewarded in finding and protecting from the others one of the brotherhood still able to give the information his lord Sauron required.

The sound of elf women screaming made him smile, the troops of Balugkut were having their fun! He did not need to know the details of their bloody work but he knew the campfires would be rife with lengthy tales later, each orc trying to outdo the last in deeds and personal exploits.

It was dark now and the great fires of the citadel leapt to the sky. The shadows of the flames on the trees nearby were red and reminded Crulegûl of elf blood. Looking up at the silent body of Celebrimbor he spat upon the spike in anger. "Your people will regret the day they crossed swords with the army of Mordor!" He took a long pull from his water skin and paced once more.


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Gormag
Posted: May 20 2006, 08:46 PM


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Among the first to press the attack, Gormag had been wounded by an arrow early in the battle, even before the walls were breached. His right shoulder had been pierced by the head of a keen elven arrow. As soon as he realized he had been shot, Gormag snapped the ashen shaft, leaving only three inches near the sharp head. It pained him greatly, as the arrow had sunk deep. After examining the wound with his left hand, he discovered that he still had use of his right arm. Fortunately, none of the tendons had been severed by the finely crafted head, which was now lodged between the ball and socket of his right arm. The remaining three inches of the shaft were stained with his black blood, which was slowly oozing down past his right elbow.

Gormag had fallen to the ground due to the impact of the initial wound, but he had managed to crawl into a small structure of wood. What was burning brightly now, had been a beautiful elven farm house before the desecration of the orcs. It was still burning, although most of the roof had collapsed by now, and only the three remaining walls gave off a faint red glow. He set about fixing himself for the rest of the battle immediatly. First, he tried yanking on the remaining three inches of the fractured shaft. All that did was to increase the intense pain that he was already feeling. He cried out many wretched curses on not only the elf that had shot the arrow, but also the maker of the arrow, the builder of the wall on which the archer had stood, and also the hewer of the wood that was used to make the shaft.

Finally, he tried something different. He smashed one of the ignited walls with his rusty sword, and took one of the burning planks. He placed the burning end into the wound to cauterize it, and then the rest of the shaft was burned to ash. He probed the wound with the fingers of his left hand, and was able to turn the arrow head so that he could dislodge it, and withdraw it. As the arrowhead came out, his arm socket returned to normal, and stood up. Time for some elf flesh! He thought to himself, as he exited the small building. By this time, the city had been breached. Gormag entered the city and set about the business to which he was well accustomed: pillaging.

After he had commited many atrocities, and had his feed, Gormag saw a group of elves running into a dark alley. They were being pursued by a rather large band of orcs. He converged with his colleagues of destruction, and followed them after the three elves. They ran after the three units of orc fodder as they left the city through a small passage in the wall. Soon, the caught one of the fugitives. Gormag didn't see the kill, since he was too far in the back of the orcs, but moments later, he heard the elves shouting in their proud language. It grated against his ear drums, but Gormag knew from the sounds, that the elves were about to charge. The tall, deadly warriors employed their lethal blades, slaying at least a dozen orcs in their initial charge. In the same instant, the two orcs on either side of Gormag were nearly lifted off the ground by the blade of a single elf, who fought like a crazed troll of the mountains. Gormag swung his sword at the beautiful warrior, but a quicker spear from another orc found its way through the finely crafted armor of the elf, and before Gormag could finish his slice at the enemy, a barbed orcish arrow had made a terrible mess of the fatally wounded warrior's face. Gormag smiled cruelly as he walked off towards more of the slaughter.


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My little orc...
Gormag
Oropher
Posted: May 21 2006, 04:38 AM


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As Oropher moved further, the stench of the dead was worsening. He covered his nose with his blood stained tunic. It seemed like the city had fallen and everyone was killed after walking pointlessly for an hour, as he reckoned.

"Come here, its time for our dinner!" A group of Orcs massed at a dark corner of the street, they seem to be so excited for their tasty evening meal that they did not notice Oropher.

He knew not of what was behind that group of Orcs, but surely there were women and children. The screams were heard. Oropher could do nothing but feel sorry for them as he slipped quietly into a dark alley with his axe held ready. Tiny drops of sweat rolled down his cheeks his legs were giving up. The day is not going to end, he thought.

The sinda panted heavily as the end of the alley drew near. There was a man, holding something that Oropher could not make out, standing at the end of the alley. As he came near, Oropher yelled and charged at the man, only stopped by the blade of the man's halberd which was nearly broke. "Captain Oropher!" the man cried joyfully. Oropher could not recognise the man whose face was covered by blood. "I am Eluron, one of your axemen." The Captain lowered his axe, he looked at the man unbelievingly. "Eluron!" Oropher embraced his comrade. "Where are the rest?"

"There, just behind that block of building," the elf gestured and started walking.

"Is Rumilion there?" Eluron stopped and looked down on the ground.

"He was slain, while defending the wall."

Oropher was shocked at the loss of his most trusted subordinate, but there was no time. "We have to get going." The Captain quickened his pace.

There were seventy-eight sindar left, their spirits were lifted as their commander return. The men clashed their weapons against their shields, those who lost their shields clashed their fists against their chests. Oropher recieved cheering from his troops. The company marched against the Orcs once more.


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Eldirn
Posted: May 21 2006, 09:53 AM


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Eldirn's forward lunge was suddenly arrested by a firm grip on her braids and her cloak. AH! she thought desperately, struggling to get free. LET ME GO! Nana! Ada! Ai, Eru...

Suddenly she was wrapped in a warm, caring embrace, literally picked up for a brief moment as her benevolent captor spun them about so that she could not see what transpired in the skirmish. She heard her mother's voice scream in fear, and with a soft groan, Eldirn turned to the ellon who held her, burying her face in his mail-clad chest and beginning to sob quietly. She held her tongue, understanding by the ellon's urgency that silence was needed, but she did not understand his emphasis on her protection. I am the one you can afford to lose, she thought, wishing she could speak aloud and explain, not realizing that her thoughts were bombarding the Elf who held her. Ada...Nana...they were the skilled ones, the learned ones. I am but a student. Nana...please, save my Nana...

The young Elf maiden broke down and cried the harder, still making no sound.


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A Im, u-erin, veleth lin?
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Rekshak
Posted: May 21 2006, 01:40 PM


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The young ushatar followed the officer nearby. He looked tired and now and then he licked off a thin dripping of black blood from his left wrist. It was not caused from enemy weapons but was one of those annoying armor bites that sometimes can occur if steel edges have not been ground down properly. In this case it was the lower edge of his vambrace that had bitten in during the day.

Ill go file this ferkurz edge as soon as possible.

He pushed his black steel sallet further down his head and silently watched Crulegûl's back in front of him. Rekshak was hungry again and the scent of his own cut mixed with the dead soldiers around the premises increased the empty feeling under his swordbelt. His thoughts started to drift towards food items. sausages... slices of meat... yeah, that would do it... I wonder if HE has a stomach at all, its been hours since we had anything, and this cursed vambrace! I'll bet that it could be used as a grinder.


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In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni (We enter the circle during night and is devoured by fire).
Varguk
Posted: May 22 2006, 09:18 AM


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Varguk laughed as his fellow yrch made their way to the woman who had run from him. As he stood over her, elf battle screams were heard. Everything was a blur as elves from the woods attacked his lurg. In the confusion he made his way to the beautiful elf woman. She looked at him in horror,

"You are Perfect." He lifted his knife and stuck her in the chest, a scream was heard and he ended her life.

Varguk smiled and got up. He turned to meet the gray eyes of the elf who appeared to be the commander holding the girl he had taunted. Their eyes met for a second, enough time for Varguk to point at the girl and move his index finger across his throat. After that brief encounter he was enclosed by the surrounding battle.

Varguk's shoulder hit hard against a tall elf as he slammed into him. The elf stumbled but regained his balance... just in time to recieve a dagger in the face. The elf dropped but was replaced by two others. Varguk quickly stepped back not wanting to get killed and let his orc brothers take his place. He moved around looking for a way to get to the elf commader and the young elf woman.


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I Am the elven Bane, I will drive Fingolfin into Cabed Naeramarth, I will slay Glorfindel the foolish and branch him on Hirilorn for the folk of Doriath to see as their forest burn. Morgoth will be done! -Varguk, servant of Morgoth
Character: Varguk

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Glorfindel
Posted: May 22 2006, 10:31 PM


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"Gurth an Glamhoth!" (death to the yrch) yelled Altéru. It was then he lurched backwards holding a bloody face and knocking Glorfindel off-balance before he fell. With a curse the blond warrior saw the elleth he had tried to reach lying prone in the tall grass and starring into the night with sightless eyes. She was covered with blood and had been given a swift death. There was nothing else he could do for her. Anger overcame him for the injustice of the unarmed woman meeting her death and he fell into the yrch with renewed vigor. Slashing across with his blade he managed to take down two of the enemy at once. His returning point skewered a third, then a fourth. The warriors around him fought doubly hard due to his example, until the enemy was in rout and the elves cheered.

"Press them! Push them backwards!" Glorfindel yelled to his troops. Panting heavily and perspiring freely, Glorfindel saw an orc edging toward Elrond and the maiden he was protecting. He had never seen such a large, well-fed orc and he was determined not to let this one become a threat to Elrond when his lord had all he could do to keep the distraught maiden safe.

"Aranhil, Maldor! Bring the hröar of the husband and wife to the woods! Don't leave them here! I am shifting to the right!" he called to the healers who stood behind the line of fighting elves. A metal-tipped spear flew toward Glorfindel and with a deft move he managed to dodge the deadly weapon. Pulling it from the ground, he saw poison had been applied to the sharp tip. It was just the thing to use against the large orc that threatened his lord. Leveling the haft he drew back his arm in preparation and cast a glance toward the orc to judge the distance.


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Glorfindel was tall and straight; his hair was of shining gold, his face fair and young and fearless and full of joy; his eyes were bright and keen, and his voice like music; on his brow sat wisdom, and in his hand was strength.

Glorfindel Biography


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